The armored stagecoach that serves as the party’s transport and mobile headquarters has just carried it through a location that could easily pass off as one of the circles of hell, paradoxically wreathed in perpetual flame and an all-consuming darkness. Then again, even if the inn is the only break the party will get for the next hour or so of gameplay – a chance to level up, heal, de-stress, and stock up before heading back out for another brutally difficult and at times frustratingly RNG-dependent run – it’s not the only warm place in Darkest Dungeon II.
I imagine the glass circles sewn into the leather beak must be misting up as she sits by the inn’s roaring fire, eyeing up fellow party members Audrey, Dismas, and Barristan like a stuffed bird. Paracelsus never takes off her plague doctor’s mask, it seems.
